FAIR isle, that from the fairest of all flowers, Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take! How many memories of what radiant hours At sight of thee and thine at once awake! How many scenes of what departed bliss! How many thoughts of what entombed hopes! How many visions of a maiden that is No more, -- no more upon thy verdant slopes! No more! alas, that magical, sad sound Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no more, Thy memory no more! Accursed ground Henceforth I hold thy flower-enamelled shore, O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante! "Isola d'oro! Fior di Levante!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LIVING, FROM LIFE IS A DREAM by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DULCE ET DECORUM EST by WILFRED OWEN ON THE RHINE by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 6. LOVE'S DESPAIR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE VOICE OF THE CHRIST-CHILD by PHILLIPS BROOKS |